“This would be a fine world, Lord, if you could get everybody out of it.”
everything just sort of stuttered a stop last night. gaping. black. grinning. it’s always lying in wait, purring softly in the corner. who knows what calls it, slinking slowly forward. and it was just so damn noisy.
“It wasn’t only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all; it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.”
the sun is finally up. i’ll go make some eggs and stare at my homework some more.